There. I said it.
And we had it.
The good "middle of the night...for no other reason than just because it was needed...no questions...no discussion...no before or after awkwardness" kind of sex.
To avoid TMI, I will not go in to detail. The details aren't what matters here, anyway. What matters is that the olive branch, regardless of origin, has been extended. And now, it's my job to keep the ball moving. For us, that's the ticket. We have this tendency to fall into a rut, and while getting into the rut is a gradual process, getting out of it is torture. So...my goal for this week is to keep this wheel turning. This is an opportunity, and I'm not about to let it slide by or be ruined by too much talk.
Yes, I still plan to craft and share my opus of an apology. But, maybe not today.
Sundays are typically our day for "marriage discussion". We sit and talk about what's going well and what needs work (a carry over from our counseling days earlier this year). Lately, this discussion has either been put on the back burner our of sheer preference of avoidance, or it's turned into an argument. Today, I'm not going to let that happen. I'm going to tell him how grateful I am for the intimacy, how I want it to continue, and how I'm willing to make that happen.
The thing to remember is, one rainstorm does not end a dry spell...nor does it heal a cracked and thirsty ground. But...continued rain does. That means action. Not words. That means ME doing what HE needs...until the cracks grow together enough that the rain can stop. A desert oasis must be crafted, one blessedly rainy day at a time.
Rain. Every day. That's a lofty request. But, since I'm in control of the weather here, I'm going to try. There's another interesting goal for this month. I'll let you know how it goes.
Imperfectly yours,
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